Category: Pep Talks
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What if you didn’t back off? What if you didn’t stop to catch your breath? What if instead of two steps forward and one back, you made it three, hell, even four or five forward? Lurch, stumble, run, whatever. What if, when the going got good, you didn’t stop to consider the hows, whys and…
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I’m thinking back to a piece, the first piece I wrote for GenMeh about being your own expert and how relevant it still is and how many people still don’t get that and just stand around waiting for the universe and its cool kids to pick them for the kickball team instead of saying, “F*** it,…
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Recently, someone called me successful. I laughed. I quite literally own nothing but the contents of one Samsonite suitcase and four cardboard boxes (most of which are filled with papers) and a laptop that’s about to give up the ghost. I’m not married. I don’t have a family. I don’t own any property. And I…
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Everyone wants to outsource, I explain. We think about how nice it would be to crawl into bed, unplug the clock, turn off the phone and just sleep and sleep and sleep until we’ve made up for every wide awake night of the last decade. We wonder if there are people out there we could…
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Psst…and everyone else is scared of them, too. That you’re unlovable That you’ll never be happy or don’t even have the capacity to be so That people are nice to you out of pity or duty, but not genuine affection That if you really shared what you thought and how you felt, you’d be shunned…
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“We’re different kinds of writers.” This followed shortly after,” I know you like writing and all that journalism stuff.” No, I like pad thai and Christopher Guest movies. I am a writer. And you are unable to distinguish between common homophones. Journalism is how I put myself through school. People actually pay me for my words.…
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You could handle it right now. Maybe not with all of the élan that you imagine under ideal circumstances. Maybe it wouldn’t be noble or romantic or self-sacrificing and maybe you’d lose sleep and bite your nails and drink too much and yell about the terrible timing, but you’d cope. You’d do it. You’d accommodate,…
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Eventually, after you are proven wrong many, many times, you stop speculating about the future. You stop trying to fix it in one place as if you’re zippering a wriggling toddler into a snowsuit. You make rough drafts of the best and worst case scenarios, maybe throw in an idle daydream or two and you…
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I remember being on a walk with a friend back in the spring. We were discussing big life-changing decisions and how we (the collective, humanity-wide we) come to them. She voted for panic, I argued in favor of desperation. Pretty similar, although the latter still lets you cling to the illusion of control, while the…
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Recently, I read a post reminding bloggers of the need to have a slate of back-up pieces ready in the event that circumstances temporarily prevented you from generating new posts. Heaven forbid that life intervenes and you get caught sans current content. That simply will not do. Think of the children readers! Photo by texasgurl…
Generation Meh 